Having a choice is not always a good thing. Take me for example. I had two choices. The first was to keep my pride and continue struggling physically, emotionally, and financially. The second was to swallow my pride and do what needed to be done in order to get through life. Door number two is how I came to be here, kneeling on the floor patiently waiting on one of my owners to arrive. Yes, I said owners. I made the choice to sell my virginity on an auction block in order to pay for my mother’s hospital bills and rent, which was already past due. It was not something that I ever thought I’d do, but when I heard bits and pieces of a customer’s conversation with their friend while I was at work and then they gave me their business card, the wheels in my head started to turn.
I was supposed to keep my virginity safe for someone special, but after all the years that I waited, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would I come out of this an actual woman, but I would be a somewhat rich woman. At least until I paid my outstanding debts. What I had not counted on was the buyer being plural. I was to be shared between friends. As I continue to kneel, I think back to almost a little over a year ago when I was brought through the exact front door that I am now kneeling in front of. The man who purchased my virginity had explained some of the rules on the ride here, explaining that those who he would be sharing me with have different tastes than he did. He is the only one for whom I have to kneel. As long as I make myself available to all of them at any given time, the others will not make me kneel. Punishments are a different story. “They love punishing bad girls,” he told me. That statement had scared me at the time, and I tried to figure out if there was a way to give the money back and go home. They stripped me right there in the foyer and inspected every crevice. If memory serves me, I tried running out the door, even being butt-ass naked, but they caught me around the waist, and I experienced my first spanking. Nothing surprised me more than to find out that getting spanked does delicious things to my body. The two of them enjoyed teasing me that night as they waited for the other friend to show up. I was ashamed that my body would betray me like that, but I was also hoping that it would mean that losing my virginity would not be as bad as I thought it would. Finally, I hear voices outside the door, pulling me from my thoughts. My knees still are not accustomed to kneeling for long lengths of time, so excitement fills me at the sound of his voice getting closer. There is a second voice following him, and my heart skips a beat. I love all my men, but there is a special place in my heart for the one who has held that spot for the last nineteen years. When the door opens, I am greeted with, “Hello, Baby Doll.” I lean into the large hand sliding through my hair. I am then lifted onto my feet when I hear, “There’s my beautiful girl!” and I’m crushed into an embrace before his soft lips dominate my own. It is within these arms that I feel most at home. When I was finally introduced to my third and final owner, it was as if the world tilted. I stopped breathing for a moment and the room started to spin as I became dizzy. I believe it was the first time that I came close to fainting….(Flashback)
6 Years Old “Will you marry me, Knox?” I try handing the dark-haired boy a handmade ring that I had made out of a dandelion stem. We have been best friends since he and his parents moved next door to us a year ago. It took him about a week or so for him to warm up to me with my energetic attitude, though. I think I scared him just a little bit. My mom used to say that I could have been the energizer bunny in another life, but he finally accepted that he couldn’t get rid of me that easily and now we are inseparable. Knox is sitting on the ground under my tree house, playing around an ant hill with a stick. He’s been in a bad mood since he came out to play with me, making me think that his parents were fighting again. My friend always gets quiet and occupies himself with anything he can when his parents get like this. Most likely, his dad came home drunk again. It’s how the fighting usually starts and then Knox comes running over to my house. Still not answering my question, I sit down beside him, and shove the handmade ring close to his face until he looks me in the eye with his light blue eyes. “Knox Hamilton, I asked you a question!” I smile sweetly, “Are you going to marry me or not?” He slaps the ring out of my hand, “We are too young to get married, Aria!” I watch as the ring falls apart as it hits the ground. “Besides, you are my best friend, so I can’t marry you, silly.” Standing back up, I put both my fists on my hips and glare down at my friend, “Why do you have to be so mean? It took me a long time to make that ring for you!” I feel the stinging in my eyes and I’m trying really hard not to let the boy before me see my tears, but I can’t hold back the tremble in my bottom lip. Before I break down completely, I turn around and run back to my house, slamming the door behind me. I don’t stop running until I get to my bedroom. Throwing my little body onto my purple princess comforter that covers my bed, I squeeze my eyes closed and try my hardest not to cry. I’ve always been a bit emotional, but since becoming friends with Knox, I try to act tougher than I really am. I don’t want my friend seeing me cry or looking weak. I don’t want him thinking that I’m not tough enough to be his friend. Once my eyes don’t sting anymore, I sit up on my bed and look towards my window that faces our backyard. Scooting my butt to the edge of the bed, I slide down to the floor and take the few steps over to the window. Iexpect to see Knox still sitting under my tree house, but he isn’t. I can still see the indent in the grass from where he was sitting, but he’s nowhere to be found. A few days later I kick the ground with my foot as I sit on a swing in our yard. It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m bored out of my mind. Usually, Knox and I are together all day long, but I haven’t seen him since I stomped off two days ago, after he threw my ring away. I don’t know what to do with myself without my best friend. There are no other kids in our neighborhood, which is why we became friends to begin with. So, I feel the loss of Knox’s company deeply and sulk by myself in the backyard. The shuffling of feet draws my attention and I look up. Knox has his head down as he makes his way over to me. He stops right in front of me but doesn’t look up. The ground seems to be more interesting to him. Keeping his head down, he lifts his arm up before opening his little fist. There’s a circle of twine sitting in the palm of his hand. “What is this?” I ask, trying to figure out what he’s up to. “I’m sorry I ruined the ring you made me, Aria. I didn’t mean to.” His voice is barely above a whisper. “I made one for you and one for me.” He lifts his other hand to show me that he’s already wearing his. I’m confused as to why he is acting so shy. It’s not like him. I take the ring of twine from his palm and slide it on the ring finger on my right hand. I take hold of his hand and give it a little tug. His dark head finally lifts and that’s when I see it. The black and blue bruising around the outside of his left eye isn’t hard to miss. Neither is my reaction which is why he holds up his hand to stop me from talking. “Don’t say anything, Aria. I’m okay, it doesn’t even hurt.” He tries to give me the smirk that always makes me smile, but he fails miserably. “What happened?” I don’t really need to ask because I already know. My best friend tried to protect his mom. He shrugs, “You know how my old man gets. I wanted to try and put him in his place when he went after mom,” He touches the bruise and tries to hide the flinch, “but he caught me off guard.” My friend always tries acting tough, but I know it’s just for show. “Knox, you are seven years old! How do you expect to beat up a grown up?” I’m not trying to make him sound like a wimp. He needs to know that he is too young to try and fight back like that. “Whatever, I can take my old man, Aria. He just got in a lucky shot.” He kicks at the ground. I don’t want to make him mad, so I change the subject. “Thank you for making me the ring, Knox.” He shrugs again, “I owed it to you.” His blue eyes meet mine, “I was serious about us being too young, though. Maybe these can be promise rings for when we grow up.” A big smile breaks out on my face, and I throw my hands around Knox’s neck, “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world and one day you will be my husband, Knox Hamilton!” I fully expect him to push me away, because he’s usually not a hugger, but he surprises me when he hugs me back, squeezing me tightly. I’m not sure how long we stand there hugging each other. It doesn’t matter though because I have my best friend back. When I go to let go, Knox holds me tighter. Before I can say anything, he whispers into my ear. His words stun me, but then another smile forms on my face. He finally steps away from me and shoves me in the shoulder, “Last one to the tree house is a rotten egg!” and he takes off, leaving me standing there, replaying his whispered words…. “You will always be my best friend, Aria, and one day I will make you my wife, and I will love you forever!”(End Flashback)When I opened my eyes again, I remember staring up at those beautiful light blue eyes from my past. And I decided at once that I had made the right decision. No matter whether it’s right or wrong; my choice led me to where I knew I belonged. It not only brought me to them, but it brought me back to HIM.
Life is funny. You work so hard to make a good life and then one day it all gets ripped out from underneath of you. All you can do is rebuild, but again, life throws out curve balls, and you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper. This is my life. It hasn’t always been a struggle. My life used to be great. I had family who loved me unconditionally and I made friends everywhere I went. My best friend was always there for me no matter what, he was my rock...until he wasn’t. His parents split up and they moved away at the end of Knox’s junior year. I never heard from him again. These days I am on my own, trying to make ends meet. College was a no go for me because I needed to work. At twenty-four, all I’ve been able to do is work low-paying jobs. After losing my father to a car accident my sophomore year of high school, I had to find work to help my mom pay the bills. My father’s life insurance policy didn’t pay out due to the insurance company believing that my father caused t
Working on my last house for the day, it’s the most nerve-wracking one. A married couple with three kids under the age of nine, and the wife has OCD. I know, why would anyone with OCD hire someone else to clean their house? I’ve already caught her recleaning a few areas that I’ve cleaned, but I’ve been working for them for the past two years, so I guess I’m still doing a decent job. The Morrison’s are good people, though, and they have always been really nice to me. Sometimes they ask me to babysit for them, but I always have to pass, because I don’t trust myself around little kids. I used to babysit all the time when I was in high school, but the way my attitude has changed over the years, I don’t want to take it out on any child. I like kids, although I doubt I will ever have any of my own. There’s no way I in hell I would want to bring an innocent child into this fucked up world. When I’m done with the Morrison house, I say my goodbyes, and then head to the bus stop. I
It’s Friday. Most normal people would wake up and be happy because it is the end of the work week. Not for this girl. I groan as my alarm starts blaring beside me. It takes me three tries to shut the damn thing off. Finally, I yank the plug out of the wall and the noise stops. It was a late night at the diner after some high schoolers came in and decided to have a food fight. They were sneaky little bastards, being quiet, so they would not get caught. By the time I made my way over to them with their ticket, it had looked like a war zone. I don’t think any of them actually ate. I made them pay and then kicked them out. Lucky for me, Bobby offered to help me clean it up once his kitchen was in order. We were finally locking up by two in the morning. Since it is Friday, the diner stays open until the wee hours of the morning, so the bar patrons can come in for their greasy food cravings. I offered to take Beth’s night shift so she could go out on a date with Erik, a guy she met
After the morning I had, keeping my mind off the disturbing images that are now permanently in my head, is actually not so hard while working the diner. The lunch hour rush was a doozie and now we are heading into the dinner rush. My co-workers got a good laugh at my disastrous morning, and every so often they break out to the Girl on Fire chorus. Why I thought it was a clever idea to tell Patrick and Patty about it is beyond me. I definitely won’t be making that mistake when Bobby comes on shift. “Table nine’s order is up!” Patrick yells from behind the counter. That’s me. I grab a tray and load the four plates on top of it. When I get to the table, I carefully unload the tray. I almost wear the last plate of mac and cheese when the toddler tries standing up on the bench and hits the tray. Luckily, I have been waitressing for years and can handle an out-of-control tray. It doesn’t make me any less annoyed, though. I just put on a smile, and say, “It’s okay, kids will be ki
Of all the days for it to rain, it had to pick my only day off. I usually work at the diner on Sundays, but Patrick closed it down for the day, due to the flu hitting three of the five workers at the diner, himself included. As much as I need the money, the time off is much needed, as well. I have been running myself rugged and need a little reprieve. I allow myself to sleep in until ten in the morning, and then I drag myself out of bed just to sit in front of the television for a few hours, drinking coffee and eating Cocoa Puffs out of the box. By one o’clock the rain has slowed to a drizzle, and I make the decision to visit my mom. Maybe I’ll get lucky and Dr. Hildreth will have a day off. Just once I would like to visit my mother without him accosting me about taking her off life support. I am so thankful that Mr. Sanders fixed the plumbing by the time I got home early Saturday morning. I make quick work washing my body and hair. I do spare a few minutes to shave my leg
Back in my apartment, I let myself drop to the couch face first, “Ouch!” I fumble under my hip and produce my phone. I just lay here in the silent space listening to the traffic outside. A clock is ticking somewhere, not in my apartment, but in a neighbor’s. That is how thin these walls are. There is a cat fight going on somewhere down the street, and a baby crying somewhere. “I hear you, kiddo. I feel the same way.” I realize that I am still holding the card in my hand, so I turn it over and examine it. It is matte black, but the name Scarlett is written in the middle of the card with a phone number below, all in a glossy blood red color. It is sexy in kind of a dark way. I remember the woman telling me that if I ever needed extra cash that I should contact her. I debate on whether or not I should call the number. What if she’s a loan shark? I can’t afford to pay any kind of money back. I can’t do anything illegal either, like sell drugs or be a mule. I shiver at the latt
The bus drops me off a block away from Scarlett’s Treasures at seven-thirty, so I have plenty of time to walk to the auction house and calm my nerves. I don’t know why I am so nervous. I have started new jobs plenty of times in my life. This one should be no different. Maybe it is the unknown part of it. Scarlett wasn’t clear on the phone what the job details are, so I would think anybody would be nervous in my position. The building comes into view. It looks a lot nicer than it did when I googled it. It looks like a really big warehouse except it’s made of brown stone. There doesn’t seem to be any windows in the front of the building, and there is no signage. There are quite a few cars in the parking lot, though, so that can be a good sign, I guess. I see one door at the front of the building, and there is a huge guy with a bald head standing by it, as though he is guarding it. When I walk up to the door, he literally puts his hand up to stop me. I look down at his hand th
Patrick opened the diner back up on Tuesday since both he and Patty were over the sickness. Beth is still under the weather, but because the diner was closed for so long, both Patty and I agreed to work double shifts to help make up the time that we both lost. Things were starting to go back to normal, almost. I still need to find a third job with decent pay. I’m tired of depending on tips. I really wished the auction house were a real auction house and not just a glorified brothel. I’m not judging anyone by any means, I was just really counting on the extra money that Scarlett had mentioned. When I check my phone on my break, there are multiple text messages from Frank, begging me to come back to the bar, and one new voicemail from a number that I do not recognize. I tap in my four-digit code and listen. I recognize Dr. Hildreth’s voice. Rolling my eyes, I am about to delete the message thinking he was going to try convincing me to let mom go, but I am wrong. He wants me t